Kylian
Mother will be happy. No cooking tonight. I wonder if Sloane figured it out that I've known about the proposal.
My father is at work today, out in the field areas inspecting the land. He's required to take a day off, but does he? Not really, he loves his job. Three servants brought the prepared food with me. The triplets: Oliver, Olivia, O'Bryan ran out of the side of the bakery that leads to the top part of the house. A warm voice commands the trio embracing me in a hug "Slow down, any faster you'll lose another tooth and I'm not fixing it" she reclaimed.
The triplets grabbed a few platters each and brought them into the top part of the bakery.
Normally on Wednesdays, my father is off, and we have dinner together as family but today had an exception. He knows there will be an earful tomorrow about it from my loving mother. I went to the triplet's room and placed most of my armor on O'Bryan's desk. He seemed to be fascinated with armor and its complexities in different groupings. This used to be my old room. I moved out when I was twenty, I love my family but sometimes a little peace wouldn't hurt. My three older siblings live on their own too doing their own things in life. Each year, the table finds itself with more bums to sit and more mouths to feed even when the older children of the bunch can’t make it. I found my usual seat right across from my young sister Venus, who seem rather quiet with her best friend Emily. Usually, Venus is the one talking about gifts and what she has discovered at school. I was about to ask something "um- "but my mother gave a small glance of 'now's not the best time'.
I won't even try. Being hungry and a teen does not mix well in conversation.
Jewel, my older sister travels with a fairy and Goblin, she doesn't go in full details about them or their names. It's always been a mystery to us. Our house is very old, my father told us the story of how it was as a kid, his father's house burnt down and some of the neighbors helped restored it with their own hands. Most of the elf and human population don't get powers. There are a few that do with a mark to show for it. You cannot control life, but you can control how you react to it if your emotions don't get the best of you. How discipline can you be to yourself or others?
I often wondered this...
Maybe it's completely wrong to ignore my subconscious.
The music that my soul makes when I see her...
To be honest, it felt good to be home. In my teens, I always praised my family but left notes of wishing for a small ounce of quietness. To hear my thoughts completely without nine others joining in. How do my parents do it? That I will never know for sure. Images of my siblings and I running around the house and the bakery. The smell of bread and pastries were and are still welcoming.
When it gets too hot during the summer, my mother closes the bakery and sells shaved ice with mixed fruit syrup that she had made herself. Growing up I found myself fond of how my mother saw herself in the joy of caring for others. It possibly explains why she has so many kids and pushes my three older siblings to settle and make her a grandmother. I honestly believe my father fell in love with my mother for the pie and got roped into this big family. On his side there is really no one left. I guess you could say this idea of love changes people. I glanced down at my cup of beer taking in my surrounds engulfing everything but my own thoughts. Why am I so tense? Why is there worried hiding between my thoughts?
For a moment, I tuned everything out in deep thought. A conversational tone brought me out of my head. It belonged to Jewel with a mug of beer being placed on the table gently "What's the matter Ky? You barely touched the rolls" she knows me too well.
I don't like it.
Now that I was in focus to the laugher and jokes being tossed as daily inventory. I lean back into my chair swirling the small amount of beer in the glass. When on the job and a small break, there are two options: drink an insignificant amount or none. I chose none. If I were to fail at protecting the royals, then shame would be my only friend with a cup of ale and a kick of my father’s punishable action.
"Nothing's the matter I just have a lot of work to do " I replied almost wondering if I should respond more. A smug smirk casted on her lips with her body doing the same gesture as me. One of her thin eyebrows raised up.
"Really, I thought watching princess Sloane would be an easy task for you" she comments. with her lips pursed. Oliver rested his face between both of his palms cover in honey and food stating "I wouldn't mind watching over princess Sloane every day. She so pretty" he kicked his feet smiling. His smile alerted Olivia. Normally, O’Bryan is usually kept to himself unless the conversation strikes his interest.
"Also, sweeter than sour drops. She gave me her old hair clip since I liked it so much" Olivia added eating some of her soup. It is evident how much hair this little girl, she has two big puff balls on each side of her head with two long braids to her waist. Plus, the fact that she only wears blue or pink no other colors. Oliver turns his head looking at his sister. His twist hair pulled up in a ponytail hit behind his ears. On each side of his head, the hair is cut off fading to the back. As he gestures with his arms, he says “That’s not how I heard it happen. You basically begged her for it. Snot coming down your nose and a bunch of tears. She got so annoyed that she just gave to you” he explains. Oliva slaps the back of his head as he looked to be daydreaming. Then folds both arms with a grudge look on her face “Not true...”
O'Bryan plays with his carrots not really paying us no mind and says, "She smells amazing like coco and sleeps beautifully. The princess gave me a tour of the Fallen Knights armor fall". Everyone turned their attention to O'Bryan raises his glasses. For him, a medium side afro in its curly state covered most of his forehead. He rarely talks about interest in other people unless they have been in battle, dead or how armor is the most complex art in his mind for an 8-year-old. My mother asked a question that we were all wondering ourselves "and how would you know that?".
"We were touring the gardens and a found a pond. Where Kylian was watching her. She was taking a nap under a tree" he replied not bothered at all to his family's reaction. "Mommy can I have more cider, please?" he asked holding out his cup with dragons carved in the surface of the wood not looking at anyone but inside his book.
"Sure, my love".
After lunch, I stood in the kitchen washing dishes while Jewel began washing down the counters and stoves. With her coat off, you could fully see how her arms were covered in tattoos. Her hair was platted back into corn rolls and ended in two lower ponytails of braids and curls. There were hints of gold accessories which was not many but enough to capture her personality. Ten minutes went by; she finished up putting the last dish she found under one of the triplets' beds into the sink. "You should tell her, you know" she suggested leaning on the counter observing her brother. She began to analyze his posture and its intensity.
"And what is that exactly?" he asked playing dumb letting water run for a while.
"Do be coy with me, Kylian. We all knew since age 12, You've always fancied her" she denied my question to ignore the topic.
"There's nothing more to say about it plus I don't think she is interested in being a relationship with anyone for that matter" I made it clear on the situation which made me recall memories of escorting guys out of the palace after being brutally rejected by her. It only led me to believe I would to in a way that can’t compare to how theirs ended.
There has been multiple confessions, proposals, and gifts that all ended in the words:
"Brave for you to do this and I do appreciate your gift but it's no" she would signal for me to escorts them out of the meeting room and have the guards handle them. There are a couple funny ones I should mention: A Duke from Ju, decent amount of wealth that had some relations with other royal kingdoms came in with a whole orchestra declaring his love for her.
Ridiculous
As if he knew all her secrets and personality too well. Where she burns into your mind leaving a fire and smoke out of your ears.
After another failed attempt, the guy was crying holding onto her hands begging for marriage. Sloane held up her hand stopping me from approaching any further. She slowly got up "Hey it's alright. How about you go home, take a bath, and have this soap. Produced here?" she suggested guiding him out of the room herself patting his shoulder. When she walked past me her perfume filled in my senses with of her soft smiles. She released him back outside "Have a great day" she turned around shaking her head. All I could say with a chuckle "poor guy, you really know how to let them down" it always hurt to say knowing it's probably true.
"Romance. It clouds our judgment, and we cannot afford it with what's at stake. Don't you agree" I was referring to this unknown being that is a threat to this place and my family. I must stay on course, or I can't do my job properly. When I started working as trainee, my father was going to have me out in the field fighting and more on palace patrol. My feelings for Sloane were relevantly new. I thought if I have some space from her with distractions but could still see her from far, it could possibly remove my feelings for her. Despite that Sloane trusted me more than anyone with her life and us having 17 years of friendship made me her personal guard even though she rarely needs one. My mother is friends with the king which explains the privileges we some time receive, and she saved his life one time.
Jewel investigated more into the subject "Why not have a little fun in the chaos? Are you even going to fight for her, win her over with you charms?" A sigh left my lips folding the rag on the edge of the sink and placed both hands on each side. I might do that. Let's see how it goes at the phoenix ball.
"When the time is right I will, trust me" there was cheeky smile my sister gives to me. It received one back and a towel to the face.
"It's on" she charges at me only for me to lean off the sink and run out of the kitchen. She opens her hand summoning a spider ball and throws it at me. Everyone joins in using their powers or regular house items as a defense method.
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